Miss Wil iams had had a flagpole put up in the center window and was just raising the flag on it. She was a big softlooking woman with puckered cheeks and a yel ow chintz apron ful of little pockets. It was the oxygen mask Devore had had on his lap when he met me on TheStreet, the one he'd snorted from occasionally as he and Rogette pacedme, trying to keep me out deep enough to drown. They shattered against the far wall with a brittle xylophone sound.
Nobody seems to know how it happened. The other two barges were sounding their claxons every two minutes, but Joe forgot al about his. She felt pretty miserable on the train sitting in the stuffy parlorcar looking out at towns and fields and sign-boards. I'm sure they've got a point, andI don't argue with them--you rarely win an argument with a genuineYankee
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